Oddly

Annabelle got home after her interview. She looked in her closet and for a moment thought something was off, but realized it was just her same collection of clothing with wild colors and bold prints.

The next day, she put on a pair of gold platform boots, pink fishnet hose, a zebra print mini skirt, a tight leopard print halter top, and a pink leather jacket. Her hair was held back in a pony tail, and she had a hair band with bunny ears. She applied hot pink lipstick and lots of baby blue eyeshadow and took the bus to work.

Annabelle arrived before opening time. She saw the other three sales girls snickering at her, but she just gave them a "go to hell" look and found the manager. "So what do you have for me today?"

The manager looked at Annabelle's clothes, hair, and make-up and rolled her eyes. "First, you will call me, Mistress Fiona. Understand, you little snot?"

"Yes, Mistress Fiona." Annabelle could not believe she was agreeing to this, especially after the woman called her a "little snot."

"Come meet the sales girls."

"Yes, Mistress Fiona." Again, Annabelle could not believe she said that. She followed Fiona into the store.

"Girls, come here."

The sales girls stopped fixing the clothing displays and came over.

"This clownishly dressed bimbo is our new employee Annabelle."

Annabelle could not believe Fiona just called her that, but she just stood there and took it.

"Her job is to do all the menial crap that's beneath us, vacuuming, cleaning the breakroom and bathroom, helping unload shipments, and taking packages to customers's cars. She gets to spend a half an hour a day masturbating, but in exchange, she will lick the toilet seat clean every day, and at the end of the day, she'll lick the soles of our feet clean."

Annabelle stood there like this was perfectly acceptable to her, but she thought it was all humiliating and demeaning.

"We will call her 'Anal Bell,'" said Fiona. "Anal Bell," this is Morgan, Suzette, and Katie. You will refer to them as Mistress Junior. Understand, Anal Bell?"

"Yes, Mistress Fiona."

"We have some time before we open," said Fiona. "I think the girls have some tasks for you."

"Yes, Mistress Fiona."

Fiona walked off.